I went with some mates to the seaside for a few days. Naturally, the evenings were spent under the influence of various substances. I don’t much remember what deep thoughts went torugh my mind at those times, but the sketchbook I brought with me has provided some clues…
Lightning sometimes does strike the same place twice
Hearts and soul
Moving forward but never getting anywhere
At one stage I was higher than the rest? Guyz, get on my level
Not quite sure what this is referring to. But it makes me sad.
A portrait of my wolfish friend?
More nail polish doodles..? She-wolf, a predator.